Singer: Lucio DEMARESinger 2: Raúl BerónComposer: Juan José GuichandutAuthor: Oscar Rubens
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En la soledad sufriendo está mi corazón. Y que triste estoy desde esa noche cruel que el cielo la llevó. La casa entera enmudeció, su risa se apagó... ¡Sus pasos y su voz extraño! Se ha marchitado aquel rosal, testigo familiar de nuestro amor de tantos años. ¡Todo ha cambiado desde que se ha ido! ¡Todo está triste desde que no está! Y el pajarito tan cantor, unido a mi dolor ahora ya no canta más. Canta, canta, pajarito... Canta, canta, tu canción... ¡Ayúdame a calmar mi angustia y mi dolor, ayúdame a soñar que está a mi lado! Canta, canta, pajarito... Canta, canta, tu canción... Ya no alumbra el sol con su fulgor mi triste hogar. Ya no besaré ni nunca gustaré sus labios de coral. Ya nunca más he de escuchar su voz angelical, ni el timbre de su risa franca, ni he de sentirme acariciar con esa suavidad de aquellas sus dos manos blancas. ¡Todo ha cambiado desde que se ha ido! ¡Todo está triste desde que no está! Y el pajarito tan cantor, que sufre como yo ahora ya no canta más.
English translation
In solitude suffering is my heart. And how sad I am since that cruel night that the sky took her away. The whole house fell silent, her laughter died away... Her footsteps and her voice I miss! That rose bush has withered, familiar witness of our love for so many years. Everything has changed since she's gone! Everything is sad since she's gone! And the little bird that sang so loudly, joined to my grief now sings no more. Sing, sing, little bird... Sing, sing, your song... Help me to calm my anguish and my pain, help me to dream that you are by my side! Sing, sing, little bird... Sing, sing, sing, your song.... The sun no longer shines with its brightness my sad home. I will no longer kiss nor will I ever like her coral lips. I will never again hear her angelic voice, nor the timbre of her frank laughter, nor shall I ever feel myself caressed with the softness of those two white hands of hers. Everything has changed since she has gone! Everything is sad since she is gone! And the little bird that sings so much! who suffers like me now sings no more.








